Hey guys! I finally got to my other suggestion from my game. So this one is dedicated to Guest! Enjoy!

Steve's P.O.V.

''Sure Pony, you can come.''

These were Soda's exact words to Ponyboy, when he asked if he could come with us to the drag strip, again.

I'm so sick of Pony being such a tag-along. Can't he see that no one wants him there. That Soda is only doing this out of pity, because Pony's only friends are the gang.

He is just so pathetic.

Someone should tell him what we're all really thinking, and I'm the one that should do it.

Entering the house on a Saturday, no one should be there. Darry and Soda work and the rest of the gang is off doing who knows what. No one but Ponyboy should be here. The perfect opportunity.

He was sprawled out on the couch, reading like he always does. He looked up only to see who entered the house, and grumbled a hey. Before he looked back down though, I finally spoke the truth.

'' You know that know one wants you to come with us to the drag strip, right?''

He looked at me in confusion,'' What do you mean?''

''Are you that dumb? No one wants you to hang out with us. Can't you see that Soda only agrees you can come is out of pity? The only reason he does it is because you're his brother. He doesn't enjoy you being with us. Neither do I.''

By then he set his book down and stood up. ''Are you kidding me Steve! Why are you bringing this up? You know he doesn't feel that way about me! I think you just don't like me tagging along with you and Soda.''

I glared at him,'' True I don't want you to tag along, but Soda doesn't want you there! You have no other friends than us! He just doesn't want you to sit at home all the time with your nose stuck in a book!,'' I was yelling by then.

''You accuse me of having no friends, yet I'm not the one who doesn't even speak to people at school because the only people I'm confortable with is us!''

I couldn't help myself, I started to see red. Every thing was blurry, and in this moment I struck out, and hit Ponyboy straight in the face.

He stumbled back, holding his nose. He had a look of shock to his face. Even I didn't know I would do that. I couldn't help myself though. I hit him again and again. In the face, the stomach, and even the arms, so he couldn't strike back. He fell on his back and I only started to kick him in the ribs. I didn't give him a fighting chance.

I paused only a moment to take in the mess I made.

Picture frames were scattered all over the floor. A lone lamp was turned over on a table. Broken glass every where.

Then, slowly, I look at Ponyboy. He was unconscious, though breathing deeply. His face was a mask of red. All the exposed skin on his arms were beginning to bruise. I'd hate to see what was underneath that shirt.

What have I done?

I was so caught up in my anger that I didn't take a moment to contemplate my actions. I beat up Ponyboy without giving him a fighting chance. Soda will never forgive me for this. I need to get out.

I didn't bother to make sure nothing serious was done to him before I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my legs coud go. Never stopping or resting, until I made it to my house. I entered cautiously, as to make sure my dad wasn't here. He wasn't.

I ran up to my room and packed my bag with anything that was necessary, grabbed my car keys, and drove away.

I wasn't exactly running away. I just needed to go somewhere else for a few days until they calmed down. Maybe I can try to reason with them. Maybe.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice the blue car turn the corner until we collided. I was thrown through the windshield and onto the road, banging my head really hard in the process.

'' Don't worry, we'll get help!'' yelled the people from the other car. I seemed to be the only one hurt.

Lying there, I saw my whole life flash before my eyes. When my mom left my dad and when I was five, when I met Soda and he introduced me to the gang, even today when I beat up that poor kid.

I remember vaguely that someone was beside me, telling me to stay awake. Yet, I found myself slipping. Sleep was so tempting. I welcomed the sweet release of of the dark, and fell into nothingness.

And done! I was originally going to write this as a one-shot, but now I think it should go on further. Also, I know a lot of people use this idea already, but when Guest sent in the suggestion, I couldn't refuse! Hope you liked the twist at the end! So anyway, since I'm going to continue this story, send me suggestions for the ending! Should I let Steve live or die? If he dies, whose P.O.V. you want me to write about in the next chapters? If he lives, what do you want to happen? I'll let you vote and suggest! Review and vote! Thanks for reading:-)